One day you are sitting on a friend’s
front verandah with another friend
They are rolling a cigarette and you
are looking at the flaky polish on their nails
The wind blows your hair
the sun is on your face
Your other friend comes outside and talks
He smiles and holds a coffee cup to his lips
The magpies sing
You feel sleepy from the bourbon you drank
You talk about
what you all want to do next but you don’t know
There is never much to do in a small town
when the days seem to go on forever
And you think maybe things will always be like this
Lying in the sun
Then you blink and you haven’t seen those friends in over ten years
The days are shorter
Time isn’t endless anymore
But sometimes you wonder where they are
If they are ok
If they too remember how the sun felt on their faces
